Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 190 Fibonacci! The Golden Ratio Sequence!
Flowers, trees, lanterns, wells, and the fragrance of flowers are all words that appear repeatedly.

Liu Mang thought about it carefully. He realized that he had spent most of the time inside the carriage on the way here, and he hadn't seen many of the things that the guards had seen.

But now it's not just the guards who are trapped in the illusion; Liu Mang himself has also fallen for it.

In other words, what one sees alone is not enough to hypnotize both Liu Mang and the guards at the same time.

So what has put them in trouble is mostly what they have heard and smelled along the way.

To be honest, what I heard was so varied that there wasn't a single, universally accepted image.

In contrast, what they smelled was much more consistent.

Even without the guards explaining, Liu Mang could name one or two.

The scent of flowers and the distinctive, somewhat impoverished aroma of the West Market.

They were very familiar with both of these flavors, and they had been lingering in their minds for a long time.

Liu Mang was uneasy and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

These two particularly common flavors alone cannot constitute a complete secret technique.

Otherwise, wouldn't everyone who passes through these two places be infected?

There's also another flavor.

That was... Liu Mang clenched the blood-written letter in his hand, unwilling to admit it, but he clearly realized it.

Originating from the Liu family mansion, the letter, written in blood by Liu himself, carries a faint scent of ink.

Because of the special location of the study, he specially used a fine inkstone, and the ink fragrance lingered for a long time.

When Liu Mang received the blood-written letter from Lin Shi'an, he fell victim to the secret technique he had set up.

With the fragrance of flowers along the way and the aroma of the residential area of ​​Xishi, they were quickly drawn into the trap.

"Ha!" Liu Mang couldn't help but sneer.

He never imagined the blood oath would go so deep if he hadn't fallen into this trap now.

So, from the moment he received the blood-written letter, he had already fallen into a trap.

Fortunately, the blood letter also fooled Lin Shi'an for a moment, which prevented Liu Mang from being too angry.

"What do we do? Are we going to be trapped here and die?"

"Strange things! I'm just a driver, how come I've encountered so many strange things today!"

"Have we stumbled upon a cursed creature?"

These people had no concept of secret arts and simply attributed these strange occurrences to ghosts and monsters.

This idea prompted Liu Mang to snort coldly, thinking those people were utterly foolish.

He didn't waste time offering any explanation, but instead began to observe his surroundings.

Because he knew very well that as long as he didn't break the illusion, he would be at risk of being killed.

Lin Shi'an showed no mercy when he attacked him earlier, clearly intending to find an opportunity to kill him and prevent him from reaching the scene.

Liu Mang did not want to be killed for no reason, so he could only break the illusion as soon as possible to ensure his safety.

With this in mind, he ordered those people to stay close to him and gripped the flute tightly in his hand, ready to wake the flute player at any time.

But things didn't go as planned. He looked around the area but couldn't find anything suspicious.

This area is so large that there are many houses, interspersed with wells and trees.

These are all interfering factors.

After looking at it for a long time without finding a problem, Liu Mang couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

Unfortunately, none of the people around him could offer him any ideas; instead, they were all like frightened birds, wary of their surroundings.

Helpless, he could only start assigning tasks: "You guys, sort out all the items that will make you dizzy or sleepy."

This was a side effect of being pulled into the illusion, and it took Liu Mang a long time to figure it out.

However, to his great disappointment, no one found anything that would cause any side effects.

As time ticked away, even Liu Mang, who had initially been full of confidence, couldn't help but feel anxious. Everyone stood there, helpless and frustrated.

Liu Mang took a deep breath: "Someone, take me to the rooftop to have a look."

There is no other way.

Soon, his personal guard leaped into the air and carried him to the rooftop of the tallest building nearby.

The saying "the higher you stand, the farther you can see" certainly holds some truth.

Taking a breath of fresh air, Liu Mang squinted and actually noticed something.

After signaling to the guards to take him away, he led the group forward.

Soon, they arrived at the area around several messy houses in the farthest part of the city.

"Are there really houses in the West Market arranged like this?" the guard couldn't help but ask.

These houses were built haphazardly, with some even facing each other.

Therefore, he felt that there was indeed something fishy going on.

Liu Mang remained silent, leading several people directly into the messy house, seemingly searching for something.

The guards and others were puzzled and were only focused on the layout of the house.

After counting to eight in his mind, Liu Mang stood in the very center of the group of houses.

The guards and others focused on the distribution of the houses in the puzzle, but Liu Mang noticed the number of houses first.

Because he knew it was all an illusion; a real cluster of houses couldn't possibly be built so haphazardly together.

Since that's the case, he reasoned in reverse: those messy houses were just their illusions, and the neat houses served no purpose.

In this situation, the only things that can be determined are the quantity and distribution patterns.

Liu Mang looked at the numbers from top to bottom and felt there was something wrong with them.

He hadn't forgotten that the young man from the Lu family, who had close ties with the Lin family, was very good at math.

Therefore, Liu Mang paid more attention to anything related to numbers.

He guessed it might be related to mathematics.

If Lin Zhiqing were here, he would surely be able to tell me that this is called the Fibonacci sequence, also known as the golden ratio sequence.

But Liu Mang was unaware of all this. He found the middle house among the eight houses and placed his hand on the door.

To the others' disappointment, the house did not respond.

Liu Mang, however, calmly led his men to the next group of houses.

There are five houses there.

He repeated his previous actions, but as before, the house did not respond at all.

The guards and others were somewhat dejected, but Liu Mang's expression remained unchanged.

Then came three houses, then two houses. Perhaps because there were so many detached houses, Liu Mang pressed the door of one of the detached houses twice.

Then, he finally stopped.

Because he discovered that there were no longer any houses corresponding to the hallucinations.

They had now arrived at the center of the West City housing complex, which was deserted and quite different from the previous scene.

"My lord, what should we do now?" The coachman trembled as he hid behind the guards, fearing that he might die here if he wasn't careful.

"Quiet down." The guard raised his hand to stop him, noticing that Liu Mang was frowning, clearly deep in thought.

After a long while, Liu Mang finally focused his gaze on a well in the center.

He squinted and walked towards the well.

Then, as he had done many times before, he placed his hand on the well.

In an instant, the situation changed.

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